I wear a badge on my sleeve
I've got a fucking chip on my chest
You've got some egg on your face
Might as well live with it
It's better than a little bit of blood
I'm caught in the throes of a forced word vomit
Spray my brain on the wall like paint
And we can make a mural
Gutted on all fronts by hungry ghosts
Not sure I'll be able to ignore their sighs
Drown in a bottle like a famous painter
Move to Idaho like a bunch of White Elephants
I wear a badge on my sleeve
Better than a little bit of blood
Caught in the throes of a forced word vomit
Paint my brain on the page like I mean it
And we can write a song.
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